Husband-stealing story

Chapter 51

Tang Shijiu was startled, while Tang Yu had already bent down to collect the fragments.

“I’m sorry, Miss Nineteen, I frightened you again. But I’m not a child.” He lowered his head, so his expression was not visible. His tone was calm, but there was a hint of murderous intent in it. “Children are weak, and the weak should be killed. I am still alive, so I am not weak.”

His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the broken pieces; his stubbornness was so intense it made one want to cry.

When he looked up again, Tang Yu had regained his composure: "Nineteenth Miss, you're right. Alcohol can cloud one's judgment, so it's really not advisable to drink too much." He reached out and poured the entire jar of wine onto the ground!

The liquor dripped and trickled away through the cracks in the wood.

Tang Yu's eyes were indifferent.

Nineteen held his wine glass, unsure of what to say.

The two are at an impasse.

Suddenly, a shout came from downstairs: "Which bastard upstairs poured wine all over my head! Damn it, I'll f*** your whole family!"

Nineteen couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing first.

Tang Yu was taken aback at first, her expression still stiff and cold, but the corner of her mouth twitched. She drew a throwing knife with her backhand and threw it downwards. The knife passed through the floor and went straight downstairs.

A scream came from a guest downstairs, and then there was silence.

Tang Yu smiled nonchalantly and put a piece of food on Nineteen's plate: "Now no one will make a fuss, Nine Nine, eat your food properly."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Vanishing into the Dark

Nineteen slammed down her chopsticks: "I'm full."

Tang Yu was a little confused: "How come I'm full so quickly? Okay, since I'm full, I'll go to sleep first."

Nineteen sat on the edge of the bed, watching Tang Yu eat her meal, as if he hadn't been the one who had casually thrown the flying knife to kill someone just moments before. Although she had been born into the martial world, had cut off Black Vulture Demon's arm, severed Xu Ziqing's ear, and had injured people before, she had never actually killed anyone.

Tang Shijiu didn't consider herself a weak woman. Born into the martial world, she had long been prepared to kill and be killed. But she could never accept this indiscriminate killing without any reason.

"Tang Yu, can you please stop killing people indiscriminately in the future?" She finally couldn't hold back and said it directly.

Tang Yu stopped eating, looked up, and asked blankly, "How do you tell if something is chaotic or not? That person was swearing at me and made me unhappy."

Tang Shijiu was taken aback: "You're willing to kill anyone who displeases you?"

"No, there are also those the sect leader ordered to kill," Tang Yu replied seriously. "Those we can't kill are another matter. Since we can kill them, they're all weaklings, so there's nothing to regret about their deaths."

He spoke these words in a nonchalant tone, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without any sense that anything was amiss. It was as if he were stating some basic common sense that everyone should know.

"The strong deserve respect. For example, Shenyin is my goal. As for people like the one downstairs who spew nonsense but don't know their own limitations, it's not a pity if one or two of them die."

Tang Shijiu remained silent, slowly stood up, walked closer to Tang Yu, and looked down at him.

"Jiu Jiu?" He looked up, somewhat bewildered by her sudden action.

Tang Shijiu suddenly made a move, grabbing his chin with one hand and raising the other high, slapping him hard across the face.

Although she had lost her internal energy, this attack was still an external martial arts move. Tang Yu was completely unprepared and was struck so hard that her head turned to one side, and she slammed heavily onto the table.

"Nineteen..." Tang Yu was stunned and couldn't believe it. She actually dared to hit him! You should know that killing someone with no internal strength was as easy as crushing an ant for Tang Yu.

Her beautiful face was covered in frost; that slap had been delivered with considerable force, and without any internal energy to protect her, her right hand was throbbing. Nineteen trembled with rage, grabbing Tang Yu's collar: "I can't beat you either, at least not now. So what? Are you going to kill me too?"

Tang Yu gently pushed away the hands that were tightly gripping his clothes, her eyes flickering: "Jiu Jiu... I won't kill you..."

Tang Shijiu sneered: "Why? Because your sect leader said he would deliver me alive? Fine, let me tell you, I have neither the Tuanfu Heart Sutra nor any knowledge of the Divine Concealment. Your sect leader won't get anything out of me and will release me sooner or later. And the day he releases me, won't that be the day you kill me?"

Tang Yu lowered her head and said in a hoarse voice, "You might not necessarily be unable to beat me..."

"So if I can beat you, I'll kill you. If I can't, you'll kill me?" Tang Shijiu's voice trembled with excitement.

As if struck by a tremendous shock, Tang Yu's body trembled uncontrollably, and his head drooped lower and lower.

Something fell and hit the wooden board, forming a small watermark.

He cried.

Tears slid down that broken face, landing on the floor and leaving large and small tear stains.

Tang Yu had never thought about this question: what if the opponent was someone weaker than him, but someone he liked? He suddenly realized that if Tang Shijiu died, it would be a very sad thing for him.

Those drops of tears soaked Tang Shijiu's heart.

Even though his worldview was twisted to the point of being perverse, even though he was ruthless and didn't care about human lives, even though he was wrong in every way, even though he was a demon who killed without blinking an eye.

He was just a child.

A child who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.

Tang Yu buried his head as low as possible, not wanting Tang Shijiu to see his face covered in tears.

Vulnerability is the most despicable and shameless character trait. Tears are the dirtiest and most base things.

A gentle hand slowly stroked his head, lifted his face, disregarding the hideous and twisted scars on his face, disregarding how "dirty" the tears were, and carefully wiped his face dry.

Tang Shijiu's voice was unexpectedly tinged with melancholy: "I'm sorry, Tang Yu, I've always treated you like a child. You're not a child... really not." Tears rolled down her face, tracing her pale cheeks: "A child... doesn't have the ability to endure this. But... but even if you're not a child, as long as you're a person, you have the right to cry, the right to vent..."

She couldn't say anything more, and tears fell silently, mingling with his on the ground, indistinguishable from each other.

An unprecedented emotion welled up in Tang Yu's heart, and she could no longer suppress it. With a suppressed sob, she began to weep softly.

This was the first time he had cried in front of others since he became sensible.